Dr. Strangelurv
(or, how I learned to stopworrying and love the blog)
It's been a curious couple of days.
Our bathroom is currently sporting a hole right above the showerhead, mostly to air out the leak from the apartment right above us. From what the repairman told me, it seems that our upstairs neighbours (formerly our next-door neighbours. You know, the ones with the late night Bollywood Karaoke parties?) did not...well, he just left it at "they weren't the cleanest of people." By all indications, the bathroom above us has had to be practically ripped right back to base building and rebuilt from the proverbial ground up. But I can live with that, and the drainage holes over our showerhead. It certainly beats our ceiling getting turned to paste and falling down on our heads.
In other news, labels are everything. Consider, for a moment, a few days ago. The plan had originally been to have toast for breakfast. I picked up my loaf of white bread and discovered it was white, green and white (the fuzzy kind). The following is pretty much a word for word excerpt:
Me: "What the hell? How'd it get moldy so...'expiry date: November 4th'. Ah."
Flash-forward to yesterday. After picking up some groceries for stirfy, Mel & I strolled into the elevator and I pressed the button for the third floor. The elevator stopped, the doors opened and we sauntered out. Halfway down the hall, we heard the sounds of a piano being played. Now I hadn't heard a piano ever before on our floor, so I ventured a guess as to which of our neighbours must have just procured it.
Then Mel & I came to a stop in front of our door...and heard the piano coming from inside the apartment. The following conversation is pretty close to what was originally said:
Mel: "Why is there a piano in our apartment?"
Me: "I don't know. Maybe the repair guy dropped it off when he looked at our leaky bathroom ceiling."
Mel: [looking up at the door] "But why on earth would...'Apartment 210'. This isn't even our floor!"
Me: "Well that explains the piano."
Mel: "Are you sure you pressed the third floor?"
Me: "Yes! I pressed the third floor button only and...dammit, we got gimpified!"
As it turned out, it wasn't a case of Gimpy the Wonder Elevator paying us a visit. We can thank the horde of little kids chasing each other up & down the floors, and pressing all the buttons in the elevator for that.
Mel adds here, "And I get to thank you for not having noticed they'd pushed all the other buttons in the elevator."
Um...oops?
And finally, we bring you today's
The Wonders of Technology: the iBRATOR.
http://www.bedroompleasures.co.uk/sex-toys/Vibrators.10/Massaging-Vibrators.67/OhMiBod-iPod-Vibrator.3630.html(Though this suddenly does beg the question: what would you have on your playlist?)
posted by Phillip at 8:58 AM
DVDammit!
Best Buy is not being my friend today. Well...it might be, but it's the sort of friend who tells you that setting fire to a porche is a fun thing to do. At the very least, the store seems to be the only place in all of KW that actually has the
Old School Sesame Street DVDs in stock. Alas, I won't get paid until Friday, so I must wait while the box set continues to mock and tempt me for the next few days.
It is also vexing that Best Buy also has all 3 seasons of
Penn & Teller's Bullshit! on for $65. I'm already being tempted by Muppets; this isn't helping! Throw into the mix the
Avatar s.1 boxset on at HMV for $50 (at least I think it was that price), and the
Tick vs. Season 1 on for $25 at Walmart, and I'm starting to think I'm better off avoiding anyplace that sells DVDs for the rest of the year.
Which reminds me: Kevin, you are now the proud owner of the
Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas DVD. Congradulations!
Today's lesson: consuming almost half a pound of bacon (cooked, of course. What do you take me for, an idiot? Wait...don't answer that!) will come back to haunt you a few hours later.
posted by Phillip at 9:02 PM
